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“They’re war supplies,” Akeha said. Mokoya blinked. “War? What kind of war? There hasn’t been a war for years.” “Does it matter what kind? There are no good kinds of war.”
“In the monastery,” Mokoya said, “they taught us that fortune is both intractable and impartial. That when bad things happen, it’s the result of an incomprehensible and inhuman universe working as it does. The mountain shrugs, but thinks nothing of the houses crushed in the avalanche. That was not its purpose.” “And that’s meant to be comforting?” “Yes,” said Mokoya, a little too earnestly. “Because it’s not about you, or what you’ve done. There’s no bigger reason to things.”
“The philosopher Sadhya, a wise man, said that the powerful can make the truth dance to their song.
